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Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.Alfred Tennyson
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I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most;' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.Alfred Tennyson
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So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.Alfred Tennyson
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars hath been. The stillness of the central sea.Alfred Tennyson
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.Alfred Tennyson